[b]Road to Knowledge[/b]

Kára smiled coyly at Godelvia's praise. She still managed to seem at least somewhat cute despite being covered head-to-toe in smatterings of the blood of her enemies. It was rare that she got genuine praise; often those who praised her were just as fearful of her as those whom she had just slain moments prior, and, as a result, they would quickly tell her of her job well done before distancing themselves.

But Kára didn't mind. She was used to it.

"You too, Godelvia. I have no doubt the All-Father is proud of you as well. I apologize for your friends' passing, but I am sure they have seats reserved for them in Valhalla." Kára knew the pain of losing animal companions. Sometimes she would make friends with a squirrel or otherwise small creature only to find that she had eaten them in a fit of hunger. This was, of course, when she was much younger and has less control over her transformation, but it was painful nonetheless.

Kára approached Godelvia, the only warrior on this vessel with whom she had properly socialized. She gave another shy smile as if to ask if being this close in proximity was okay.